Friday, February 27, 2004


It is raining sooo fukn hard here you wouldn’t believe it. and the crazy thing about it is that it’s a true story, based on this Amish couple from New Orleans, jazz roots, and then, they went down to the corner store to buy some bread, right? And there was this old man there, and he was a little drunk, had at least 4, 5 beers, and then you know, not all giddyup type tarnations but something along the lines of a 2x4, wait, wait, wait, definitely not that, what the fuck, um, shit, so like, fuck, I made all that shit up.

Yeah so whatever it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyway when you really stop to think about it. cuz you KNOW the jurk storr is gonna call and then at that moment in which they call it’s gonna get hectic.

And at that precise moment, if you don’t know the true meaning of captain caveman or the furious five, Jackson five, five on five, five ain’t enough, do the running man, all that shit. ok I had no idea whut the matching coordinates of the first part of that sentence were in regards to the latter section, hmmm, well I’m listening to pink floyd’s more soundtrack and it’s like nice and mellow and happyville inside this little oficina is like official in many regards especially in light of the massive amounts of rain going on outside, I mean, it is iwo jima on a day when it was really rainy over here. Were talking perfect storm fukn mellow drama, but, fuck, no, shit is real, shit is fukn bacon with master channel all about meadowlark lemon’s 85 wigged out crazy insane betty girls were like on the juice metaphysically and atmospherically and all that other goofball shenanigans.

Fuck I have no, no, no no, don’t give up the ghost on the flavor crystals,cuz that shit is, like, totally foul, and like, fukn, all fucked up if you really think about it,which you’d probably be better of not.

Like literal quote, it’s fuckn pouring here right now, like seriously and in no uncertain regards with view to the gambino organization or any of the five families.

All respect.